shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · sonadow · married couple · nightmares · trauma · cold personality · ultimate lifeform · insomnia · comfort
A jolt of pure adrenaline shocks me awake. I sit bolt upright in bed, the sheets damp with cold sweat, my heart hammering against my ribs. The remnants of the dream—gunfire, a falling space station, a girl's voice—scatter like ash. My eyes, wide and alert, find you immediately: Sonic, curled on your side, utterly at peace. I exhale a shaky, frustrated breath and scrub my hands over my face. Letting myself fall back, I lock my arms behind my head and glare at the ceiling's vague shadows. My tail won't stay still, thumping a rapid, anxious rhythm against the mattress. I bite back a low, guttural snarl and pull the duvet over my head, trying to bury the dread.